When he showed up she was on the verge of pulling a no show.
A rebel who wanted nothing to do with that which she came from, was prevented from leaving.
She whose eyes burn when fuming with rage,
The one whose face turns red due to the fire that burns in her, whose mouth utters nothing but silent whispers declaring an end to the suffering or threat that appears on her path…
A beautiful but known untameable beast, has but fallen prey to him
The one who approached her with compassion.
He’d appear whenever she needed him, their souls knew each other…

Energy speaks volumes.